2-23 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Just out of the wolf's den and straight into the tiger's lair. Seeing the light particles gathering densely on Fanny's knight sword, with a powerful magical power emanating from its blade, Wenny knew that if he took on this "Stored Light Strike" head-on, even with "Ice Skin Spell," he surely wouldn't be able to withstand it. He had to find a way to break the situation. Fanny's level was higher than his, but no matter how formidable her talent was, it couldn't surpass the chosen heroines of destiny. The light-element crosses surrounding him were troublesome, potentially breakable, but likely unbreakable in a short span. Furthermore, judging by the setup, Wenny suspected these light barriers allowed Fanny, as the caster, to move freely in and out, while he, enclosed by the crosses, was barred. For his opponent, it was a frustrating and woeful spell, akin to a one-way door: Fanny could step through at will to attack him, yet the door remained shut to his attempts to act. With such thoughts, the "Frostfang" in Wenny's hand burst with chilling light. Clutching its tail, he swung the glaive enshrouded in ice-blue luminescence with a fierce sweep around him. "Frozen Moon Slash" "Swish! Swish!" The frigid power brought a dramatic drop in the surrounding temperature. Snowflakes danced off the blade of "Frostfang," spawning a realm of ice thorns wherever it passed, freezing the ground around him, including the light crosses. "Has Wenny's brain gone haywire? Isn't he just sealing his own path?" scoffed a student from the viewing stands. "No, that's not quite it. Do you understand what the effect of 'Holy Protection Seal' is?" another student, skilled in holy magic, intuited something deeper. From the stands, Ishtiya instantly grasped Wenny's intent upon witnessing the scene unfold. His understanding of ice magic was indeed impressive. The ice elements released by Wenny truly encased the ground around him and simultaneously froze Fanny's light-element crosses. This transformation meant the pure-light crosses were turned into tangible ice sculptures. In essence, Fanny was no longer able to attack Wenny from a one-way angle. She could no longer pass through the crosses she had conjured, needing first to shatter the now-frozen barriers to strike Wenny. Fanny, too, realized this point. To her candid frustration, before the battle commenced, she hadn’t anticipated that Wenny would prove so troublesome. She involuntarily began to take his challenge seriously, understanding that without concentrating fully, the outcome was uncertain. Light particles in the air continuously converged upon her blade; the power behind "Stored Light Strike" grew even more formidable. Yet Fanny showed no intention of initiating an attack. She focused intently on the frozen crosses and icy thorns before her, remaining completely still. Meanwhile, Wenny also stood immobile, seemingly engaging in a no-move standoff with Fanny: so long as she remained motionless, so would he. The ice thorns obscured Fanny's line of sight, thus leaving her in the dark about Wenny's actions. Both stood in silent anticipation, much like prearranged spectators, neither making the first move. But inevitably, it was Fanny who found she couldn’t endure it. Her "Stored Light Strike" had absorbed too much of her magical essence; further energy gathering risked exhausting her reserves. Thus, she couldn’t afford to wait, though Wenny had the luxury of waiting. The situation was ultimately a test of psychological fortitude: the first to move would lose. Fanny hoped Wenny would crack under the psychological stress first, unable to bear her building power beyond the ice thorns, forcing him to interrupt her charge for an opportunity. If he made such a mistake, she'd secure victory. Had Wenny lacked understanding of "Stored Light Strike," Fanny might have indeed won. Unfortunately for her, not only did Wenny understand this magic, but he had also executed it personally—albeit missing some finer application techniques. The defining trait of "Stored Light Strike"? It could be swung only once. Wenny was acutely aware that a single use was the limit, and unless one's affinity with light elements was extraordinary, using it left no lingering magical power on the wielder’s hand. Even at exceptional levels, the residual power was insufficient for a second strike. Hence, Wenny remained unhurried. He recognized that Fanny faced only two options: dispel "Stored Light Strike," thereby wasting her spent magic—a choice unlikely for youths prone to impatience with unfinished major moves—or utilize "Stored Light Strike" to shatter her frozen crosses to break the stalemate. So while Fanny seemed to have the upper hand, her formidable attack merely strengthened, awaiting his demise; the reality was contrary. Unseen by Fanny, Wenny was occupied internally leveraging this psychological advantage: while she fixated on maintaining her magic, he was free to plot strategically, early moves hinting at victory. Staying impassive? Still unmoving? Alright then, should Fanny remain still, so would he. They'd see who broke first. Wenny prepared himself, poised for Fanny to break through the ice at any moment. Notably, "Stored Light Strike" could gather power infinitely in theory, a formidable feature that paradoxically bound her, consuming ever-increasing resources, leaving her reluctant to relinquish any further. Because the magic fueling "Stored Light Strike" wouldn’t be recuperated: the longer this went on, the less magic Fanny retained. Finally, Fanny seemed to resolve her internal conflict with determination to act and breakthrough the ice, lest the standoff continued until her magic drained dry before Wenny even lifted a finger. She convinced herself—shattering the frozen crosses with "Stored Light Strike" left ample strength to defeat Wenny, no need to waver over every single move. Her powerful Cassius swordsmanship paired with holy light magic; she had much left in reserve. Thus resolved, she advanced, raising her knight sword to breach the ice. In a dazzling burst, the gleaming light showered fragmented ice in radiant beams, each shard reflecting crystalline brilliance, maximizing spectacle appeal. However, Fanny thought little of breaking through ice art's allure, as "Stored Light Strike" blasted strong light that rendered the reflections blinding temporarily. And when she looked toward Wenny’s supposed location, there wasn’t a soul to be seen. Fanny’s now-vacant gaze flitted with hesitation, casting suspicion skyward now shaded in looming shadow. Intuition struck foreboding, causing her to tilt upward—aloft, diving towards her, an armored figure clasped “Frostfang” beneath an arm with descent unyielded. Impossible?! Fanny was stunned. When did he...?? Furthermore, concealed as he was in armor, how could he achieve such a leap?? The truth soon dawned upon Fanny; she noticed there remained traces of icy shackles about Wenny’s palms. Indeed, well before Fanny shattered the ice thorns, Wenny had prepared himself. He had released "Frozen Chains," binding two symmetrical ice pillars. Just as Fanny launched her attack, before the impact of her light magic reached the pillars, Wenny pulled himself into the air using the "Frozen Chains." During the moment when the ice shattered, Fanny's vision was obscured by the reflected glare from her own light-element magic, precisely as Wenny had anticipated. This created the perfect opening—allowing him to soar without Fanny noticing a thing. When Wenny was about to dive down, Fanny finally realized where he was, but it was too late. Blinded by ice fragments and having missed his initial movement, she didn't have the luxury to even glance elsewhere, let alone dodge the attack. Realizing Wenny's position at this point held no significance, aside from understanding her impending defeat. "I concede your strength, but alas, you will find that I am a mountain you cannot surmount." "You truly are blind to gold inlaid with jade. Who dares to challenge me, the notorious scoundrel of Carmela's capital?" "Remember this—I am unmatched!" Wenny's commanding voice echoed throughout the arena, clearly aimed not only at Fanny. "Ice Skin Spell." An armor of ice crystals encased the armored figure as he forcefully descended upon Fanny, who had no room to avoid the attack. "Little lady, have a taste of my Taishan Crush!" "Boom! Boom! Boom!!!" As Wenny landed, he exploded like a powerful bomb in the arena, scattering innumerable ice shards and frosty snow. The arena was shrouded in a mist of frost and adorned with a landscape of white snow. "...," The audience remained in a stark silence. Many moved their lips without uttering a word, eyes fixed on the still-smoldering battlefield, hoping—yet also knowing—the match was clearly decided. With her hair disheveled and eyes glazed with disbelief, Fanny lay on the ground, seemingly yet to process her defeat. The armored figure knelt beside her, propped against his icy spear, silent. Wenny had restrained his strength with the Taishan Crush, delivering only a symbolic blow. Had he not done so, Fanny would've been buried deep in a massive pit of ice. A crisp "crack" awakened Fanny, followed by the referee's declaration of victory. "The bout is decided: Wenny Ferris wins, maintaining his rank successfully. Fanny Cassius is barred from challenging Wenny Ferris for the remainder of the term." Wenny stood, dispelling the "Armor Rampart." He transformed "Frostfang" back into an earring, hanging it from his ear before glancing at Fanny and then preparing to leave without a word. 'Virtue +30.' 'Virtue +20.' 'Current Virtue: 54.' Hmm? Why had his virtue increased? And why twice? Curious, Wenny gazed at the audience and caught sight of a familiar silhouette among the otherwise silent crowd. It was Ishtiya. Had she watched the entire duel? Wenny was somewhat startled that Ishtiya would pay him any attention. They had only met once in a mystical realm, their interactions hardly notable. Given her haughty nature, he figured she would hardly acknowledge the "nominally her fiancé" title he bore. Maybe she watched just out of boredom, treating his duel as child’s play rather than serious combat. One of his virtue gains was likely due to Ishtiya—perhaps her first contribution towards his virtue. As for the other... The feisty little blonde girl who had been cheering for Fanny to pummel him was now angrily baring her teeth at him, shaking her tiny fists and mouthing something. Both had emotional reactions, though likely for differing reasons. What Ishtiya thought remained a mystery, but Milen was surely upset there had been no flashy defeat of Wenny that might have cost him his rank. But this reminded Wenny of something—a realization as he noticed the crowd's embarrassed, awkward expressions. Oh? Was he really this popular? Just a mere rank match drew such a crowd. He'd have to consider charging an entrance fee next time—noting the loss this time for missing the opportunity. With a smirk, Wenny raised a bold middle finger to the audience who came hoping to witness his downfall. "Did you brats come for my match again, hoping for my loss? You like seeing me defeated, huh? So, now I won, and you're all silent??" "Well? Were you brats waiting for my defeat?? Tsk, tsk. Disperse, and know this—eyeing my rank, come challenge me anytime. I'll take on anyone," he declared, strutting past the audience's mix of anger and complexity, triumphantly exiting the arena. "That was an impressive rank match earlier," announced a voice just as Wenny was leaving the arena. He coincidentally crossed paths with someone who chose not to brush past anonymously. "…Uh?" Faced with Ishtiya, who deliberately approached him, Wenny found himself momentarily lost for words. He hadn’t expected her to go out of her way to talk to him after merely watching his match in passing. In the original narrative, Ishtiya had utterly ignored Wenny, save for when he rose as a mid-story boss—otherwise, Wenny might as well have been nonexistent in her world. The imperial family erased all connections with the Ferris family, whose standing had fallen due to their controversial bloodline, including breaking the engagement and previous promises. And Ishtiya vehemently loathed and resisted destinies preordained by others. Despite differing motivations, the imperial family and Ishtiya entirely coincided in this regard. (To avoid chapter breaks, today's update comes earlier. Finished in just two chapters, unexpectedly only that. ~) 2025/05/11/22/11 Share this book to: One-click share to Sina Weibo, QQ Space, QQ Friends, Baidu Tieba, Tencent Weibo, Baidu Collection, Baidu Home Page, Copy URL Vote for the next chapter ← Chapter Directory → Bookmark for later New Book Recommendations: "How Could the Villainous Young Lord Be a Saintess?", "System! 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